Luyện nghe bài hát Down (Lloyd Banks Diss)

Oooooh,

(The Game)
That's Lloyd momma singin',
You betta your boy to keep his mouth closed,
Or he gon' get a tux,
And a wake,
How my bow tie lookin'?,
You ready?,
go.

When I see Lloyd it's goin', (down, down)
If you in the car wit em' you betta get, (down, well)
rifle,
And i'm blastin' on so,
Ski mask, i'm psycho,
My gun got scope.

Two in the leg em, (down, down)
From Thirty feet he fell, (down, oooh well)
Touch like Michael,
One of the dice, oh!,
You wanna gamble your life,
die slow.

Now your goin', (down, down)
Tony tried to run,
I chased him, (down, well)
I hate the Jakes,
Pat him take his cake,
He be a clown nigga,
as well paint his face.

And how I get, (down, down)
Fuck G-Unit i'm not (down, oooh well)
to ride wit' em',
Slice up the pie em',
Got out the group,
I wasn't gon' die wit' em'.

And how it went, (down, down)
At Hot 97 we came, (down, well)
Had Thirty wit' me,
Niggas sport the Dickies,
out of cabs,
We just to talk to 50.

We wanna know goin' (down, down)
Security pulled it went, (down, oooh well)
Had to the block,
I ain't tryna' the cops,
a couple shots,
Then I the shell cases drop.

Told to get, (down, down)
I looked back and saw my nigga goin', (down, well)
I said,"homie we leave em'",
if my nigga dyin',
Soon as we hit then,
We heard sirens.

Oh shit!, goin', (down, down)
Guns out, tellin' him to get, (down, oooh well)
He on knees,
Blood out his jeans,
Catch 22 should I go to or flee the scene.

Either way goin', (down, down)
So I hopped in the truck and went, (down, well)
in a black suburban,
One on my mind,
Go hard til' fags get murdered.

he tried to get my nigga shot, (down, down)
But he survived and now he goin' (down, well)
To the station,
at the Double-U waitin'
On me to arrive and now I gotta em'.

They wanna a nigga, (down, down)
We on the same goin', (down, oooh well)
fitted,
Got the lean,
So ain't notice me,
Now mad as fuck,
And watch my Range Rover leave.

Hit the 95 and head, (down, down)
to Philly so i can lay it, (down, oooh well)
Catch the first smoking back the L-A-X,
up my Air Nikes,
Then I slept the flight.

Had a dream it goin', (down, down)
Woke up and saw my plane comin', (down, well)
Missed the trees,
everyday,
New my second home,
But i'm in L.A.

And i shit, (down, down)
The throne was empty so I sat, (down, well)
And handled my biz,
two sides to every westside story,
And I just it like it is.

And how it went, (down, down)
On my son that's all that went, (down, well)
So stop tellin' them lies to all them magazines,
And radio nigga you know what happened.

Me and Banks aint, (down, down)
talkin' shit, i'll lay you, (down, oooh well)

You niggas ran out the nigga,
All I wanted to do was man,
To see was what.

Y'all was too scared to come, (down, down)
You've to Compton, you know how I get, (down, oooh well)
So fuck nigga,
And like that,
For life.